“Why are you standing on my front porch?” I asked, desperate to avoid Van’s lingering gaze. It swept over me, taking in my sweatpants and sweatshirt, messy hair, and wrinkled pillow-face before reconnecting with my eyes. It wasn’t even six yet.
Chapter Two
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